And the other another, "I have written but little. Only eight lines in remembrance of a child playing in a garden." And he recited the lines.

第一個詩人平靜地問道："那末你在最近的日子里寫了些什麼呢？"另一個詩人答道："我寫得很少。只寫了八行詩，紀念一個在花園裡玩耍的孩子的。"接著他就背誦了那八行詩。

And they parted.

And one poet asked the other saying, "What havrｅａｄ.9９ｃsｗ.cｏme you composed of late, and how goes it with your lyre?"

And now after two thousand years the eight lines of the one poet are read in every tongue, and are loved and cherished.

And the other poet answered and said with pride, "I have but now finished the greatest of my poems, perchance the greatesrｅaｄ.９9ｃsw•cｏmt poem yet written in Greek. It is an invocation to Zeus the Supreme."

如今二千多年過去了，那八行詩仍在每個人的嘴裏吟詠，大家喜愛它珍惜它。

Many centuries ago, on a road to Athens, two poets met, and they were glad to see one another.

The first poet said, "Not so bad; not so bad."

那首長詩雖然也確實世世代代在圖書館里、在學者的藏書樓里傳下來了；雖然記得這首詩，卻既沒有人愛它，又沒有人read.99csw.com讀它。

The Two Poems

兩首詩

And though the other poem has indeed come down through the ages in libraries and in the cells of scholars, and though it is remembered, it is neither loved nor read.

許多世紀以前，有兩個詩人在到雅典去的大路上相遇，彼此見面，很是高興。

於是他們就分手了。

And the other poet said in kindliness, "This is a great poem. It will live through九九藏書 the ages, and in it you shall be glorified."

And the poet read his poem. And it was a long poem.

詩人便朗讀他的詩。那是一首長詩。

於是他從斗篷下取出一卷羊皮紙，說道："哎，你瞧，我把詩稿帶來了，我很高興讀給你聽。來吧，讓我們坐到那棵白扁柏的樹蔭下去。"

Then he took from beneath his cloak a parchment, saying, "Here, behold, I have it with me, and I would fain read it to you. Come, lethｔtｐｓ://reａd.９9csw•ｃom us sit in the shade of that white cypress."

一個詩人間另一個詩人道："你最近在寫什麼？你的七弦豎琴如何配樂？"另一個詩人自豪地回答道："我剛寫完我的最偉大的詩篇，也許是迄今用希臘文寫的最偉大的詩篇。這是一首向至高無上的宙斯神祈禱的詩篇。"

另一個詩人友好地說道："這是一首偉大的詩篇。這詩將世代相傳，你將因此揚名千古。"

And the first poet said calmly, "And what have you been writing these late days?"

第一個詩人說："不賴，不賴。"